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Jul 2019
30
With this metal nonsense the case is lost,
The answers were held in the diplomat's loft,
And as he pulled the ladder down,
He was killed at the order of the counsel to the crown,

A flare thrown up, the crackling began,
It all collapsed as truth escaped in a van,
Glowing charcoal, stained metal and ash,
Are all that's left of the enlightener's cache
TheIdleOwl
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TheIdleOwl  33/M/Sheffield, UK
(33/M/Sheffield, UK)   
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